Poems & Short Stories

Dorothy’s house Chicago It was spring time in city. Spring always indicated hope and new colours. The lively nature with hues of colours in the trees and clouds makes it more happening season. Thunderstorms prevailed for definite period of time. But for Dorothy, her life had given a hardest thunderstorm. She was cheated by some people in her business and she was close to bankruptcy. Her life revolved around art and paintings. She made her ends meet through selling paintings. She ran a gallery house full of modern and classic paintings. Some were her works and some were of others.  She helped the underprivileged class and was part of cultural committee in church. She was always ebullient and hopeful in her life and handled solely all the work. For her, everything was temporary except for her mansion. It was given by her father. It was the dream of both of them. Dorothy invested half of the money in the mansion and rest was paid by her father. After the demise of her father

Introduction of Protogonists 3&4 Rags (Ragini) - Chennai Tendrils of smoke from her tea cup formed patterns that Ragini sipped in her plush house. She watched television and the hot news of Srushti house flashed in front of her eyes. The famous Advertising agency declined her promotion though she struggled and slogged and surrendered her soul for the company. The promotion was granted to Mr. Rajiv and his experience worked against this recognition and did not make him to be a deserved candidate. The glass ceiling showed the ugly head and Ragini was heart broke of this news. Now they were holding a press to talk about this new development in the organization. “Shame on them”, she thought. Back home, she had to cope with her alcohol addict mom who had to visit rehabs frequently. Furious, she switched off the television and closed her eyes. Listening to her cell beep, she shot her eyes to her mobile. She leapt from the sofa and checked her email at once. Her email was answer

  Introduction to the Protagonists ( 2 out of 4) -  Kyra - London It was a breezy evening.  The sun gleamed and indicated its presence. Time had come and it had to bid goodbye for the day. Gradually it hid behind the sky and its absence marked the entry of white beauty. It was half past seven and Kyra drove her car with full speed. The kohl on her eyes made her look beautiful and the strand of the hair behind her ears had a stubborn quality as it touched her cheeks even though if it was ordered to go back to its own place. The grip on the steering was so bold that she was determined to carry out her plan. The tears which stood at the corner of the eyes did not choose to leave her but stayed and made her vision blur. Along with her vision, her dreams started to blur and grow dim.  In a fraction of a second, she lost it. The life which she embraced with a broad smile marked complete disappointment. The player in her car that played the song “when you gonna stop breaking my h

The thing which i haven’t tried yet and would surely want to try out one day would be swimming. If you ask me why not I have tried this sport yet, the answer would be fear or hydro phobia. I am afraid of water. Water which I love drinking, love watching fall on to the surface, love splashing over the loved ones, love mixing fruit syrups to drink, and love sprinkling on my beautiful plants, etc. That same water poses as a threat when I watch it in the swimming pool spread across the length and breadth. As a kid, I used to watch my fellow mates throw themselves in water and get a fresh feel inside the pool. I envied them and wanted to be with them in that same pool. That went as a dream. Today I feel if I got an opportunity to develop this sport, I would definitely give it a try and excel on it. This was my hope. And this dream sustains. (This is written as a part of Daily Writing Prompts of wordpress)

Perhaps in the ankle bells that I refuse to wear nowadays Perhaps in the half finished painting of our old block Perhaps in the unsaid words when your eyes met my glance Perhaps in the old clothes that stay untouched Perhaps in the unreturned flight Perhaps in the deleted song of a movie Perhaps in the pages of a book which did not qualify to make it to the movie Perhaps in my unwritten words of a poem Perhaps under the carpet which I failed to dust Perhaps in my draft folder of my message list Perhaps you are there somewhere And I wish that somewhere is heaven As I close my eyes forever to see you there

Connaught Place, New Delhi 8.30 a.m. “I would not be able to sit for editor’s meet on 25 th of this month. I have to attend my best friend’s wedding at Mumbai”, spoke Rahul Arora in a nonchalant manner. He was on phone with his colleague. Keeping the receiver down, he sat in his chair sipping hot cup of coffee. Caffeine was all he wanted at that hour to soothe his brain from dwindling thoughts. He had marathon meetings, conferences, deadlines, pending assignments. In midst of all these work pressure, he had a family wedding to attend. Though Praveen was a best friend to Rahul, he fitted more like a family than a close friend.   “Excuse me Sir, Can I come in?” came a voice. The voice was of Sheetal Naik. Sheetal was a secretary to Rahul and been with him since 10 years. She was kind and soft spoken girl. "Yes, tell me Sheetal. What’s new in the market," asked Rahul in a pleasant tone. "Sir, I need a signature in all these documents. The clients need t

"I don't see how you can write and act such splendid things, Jo. You're a regular Shakespeare!" exclaimed Beth, who firmly believed that her sisters were gifted with wonderful genius in all things.                      The book’ Little women’ was one of the finest classics of olden times. It talks about how little girls (March sisters) led their beautiful life in world war times. By taking enough responsibilities on their shoulders, they waited for their father to finish his duty towards the country and come back. Each girl had particular talent which defined them.  If one was good at music, another was bibliophile. Amy’s confidante was Meg aka Margaret and Beth’s confidante was Jo. I found Jo’s character very interesting. Although each sister had wonderful talents stored inside them, Jo’s talent was the one with which I could relate or connect. She was independent, practical, and funny. She had dogmatic views on all topics. She was the strongest female cha